The Begining Of Fall Poem by Hades Pandemonium

Don't you love it when the sun
Shines brightly in your face,
And in that moment all the bad times,
in a second, are erased.

The wind will gently speak your name
As silent whispers fill the air
The leaves will join in with their games
At that, you just can't help but stare.

Red and orange, golden-brown,
A kaleidoscope of colours,
Dance around from place to place
As the wind takes them to another.

You hear the leaves, the wind and chimes,
From some nearby home,
And feel the sun's kiss on your cheek,
You know that autumn's come.